The fire engulfed his body,
His mind ripped apart,
In the frustration,
For the answers to questions,
Questions he couldn't still understand.

He was not a simple boy,
Yet people regarded him as one.
They did not believe in him,
When he told them he was as good as they were.
Maybe better.
He was searching for the rays of light,
In the depths of the shadows he was trapped in.
He did not know where home was,
Neither did he know his name.

His identity became,
What people thought of him.
They were afraid,
Afraid of his prowess.
Trying to make him a stranger,
To his very own depths of intellect.